“It would look like having breakfast in bed, people who know all the things you like and dislike, having a shoulder to cry on, not having to make decisions constantly,” I ramble off.
“That all sounds like a fairy tale,” she whispers.
“It doesn’t have to be.” I lean closer in her space, wishing that I could scent her. What would it take for her to trust an Alpha enough to go off scent blockers? The idea of being that Alpha is heady and consuming.
Her breath hitches, and she doesn’t break eye contact with me as I get even closer.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her, wanting to give her an out if it’s too much. Instead, she closes her eyes and I take the opportunity.
My hand slides further along her neck, my fingertips touching her curly hair as my thumb glides along her jaw. I take a moment to take in how soft and trusting she is before I press my lips against hers.
She’s so soft and small.
I devour the little gasp she lets out when we kiss and I just know that she’s likely going to rip my heart out. Yet, I can’t help myself.
Maisie shifts on the blanket, getting even closer to me, and I place a reassuring hand on her waist. She slowly lowers herself onto her back, and I automatically crowd on top of her. Maybe it’s for the best that I can’t scent her, because then I’d surely be completely fucked.
Who am I kidding, I already am.
She has my jumper fisted in her hand and she kisses me hungrily.
She’s ravenous for touch, and I want to give her everything she needs.
Carefully, I adjust my weight, placing a thigh between her legs. She has on this wee little leather skirt and these dark tights that cling to her legs. The feral part of me wants to rip the thin material in half, slide down her body and taste her, but I know that would be too much too soon.
Instead, I push the weight of my thigh against her center, which elicits the sweetest moan from her lips.
The birds are chirping, the soft wind whipping around us, but Maisie steals all my attention with how perfectly she fits beneath me.
Her hips buck up, legs spreading wider, causing her skirt to rise as she grinds up into my leg. A growl of pleasure rips out ofmy throat along with a sudden purr from my chest that I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
The vibration seems to make her even more needy as she rubs herself against my thigh.
I pull back from the kiss and smile as I look down at her. Dark blonde curls are splattered against the blanket, glasses askew, her lips and chin pink from our kiss and the rub of my beard.
“You’re so damn bonnie,” I tell her, watching her skin flush even more. “Fuck, I wish I could scent you,” I tell her, going back in for another kiss.
Maisie’s fingernails drag against my scalp as I grab her hip, pushing our bodies even closer together, creating the most delicious friction.
9
maisie
I can’t rememberthe last time I kissed someone on purpose. I’ve kissed Alphas during my heat, undoubtedly. But when was the last time I kissed someone because I really wanted to?
Years. It had been years.
I don’t dwell on how sad that all sounds. Instead, I let myself really be in the moment with Greer. His kisses are controlled, and consuming. He shuts my brain off in the best way, allowing me to just feel.
Every touch from him is electric. From the way his beard rubs against my skin, the size and weight of his body against mine, the way his thumb directs where he wants my jaw. Most of all, the purr rumbling from his chest; it calms me in a way I haven’t felt in well, forever.
Nothing has felt this good in a very long time and we’re fully clothed.
When he tells me he wishes he could scent me, for the first time in forever, I can’t help but to wish the same thing. What if I could scent this Alpha who’s making me feel so damngood? Maybe it’s for the best that I can’t, because I already feel completely out-of-control right now.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Take what you need,” he says, and I sigh dreamily as he presses kisses against my throat.
The lazy Scottish sky blinks down at me as I wantonly grind myself against his large, muscular thigh. His rigid cock is pressed against my stomach and I can’t help but picture how large he is, and how well his knot would stretch me.
